Chapter 1: Introduction
The clink of glasses and low hum of hushed conversations filled the dimly lit nightclub. Exposed beams adorned the high ceiling, while a pulsating, multi-colored glow basked the dance floor. The heavy bass seemed to seep up from the paneled wooden floorboards, worming its way into the unsuspecting ears and hips of the patrons.
The scent of aged oak mingled with the sweet aroma of expensive cocktails and the musky perfume of a succubus, the enchantress that drew humans in with her beguiling powers.
As a supernatural being, she knew she had little to fear from creatures of flesh and blood, but tonight was not her night.
Morrigan Aensland, with her mint green hair cascading down to her waist and her hourglass figure, purred with satisfaction as she caressed the arm of a stocky man with faded tattoos who had fallen under her spell. She flaunted a mesmerizing smile as she closed in on him, trailing a long, lacquered fingernail down his chest.
With her eyes smoldering like two hidden emeralds, she was prepared to make the man, Philmore Graves, completely surrender to her wicked promises.
"So, Philmore dearest," Morrigan whispered, savoring the taste of his name on her lips with intoxicating delight. "Would you like to step outside for some air? Perhaps a little refreshment would suit you.
I promise, it might just be the best decision you've ever made," Morrigan gently coaxed, pouting her cherry-red lips enticingly. Though seemingly middle-aged, with creases etched into his sun-kissed skin, Philmore's sapphire eyes revealed a lingering youthful energy upon meeting hers.
Morrigan's allure, honed through centuries of manipulation, proved formidable for her prey.
Flattered by her attention, Philmore's gaze drifted unconsciously towards her voluptuous form. However, before his desire could fully take hold, a shadow fell across the parking lot, shattering Morrigan's illusion.
The ominous figure stepped out of the darkness, his cold, calculating eyes tracing the succubus's every move. Scalphunter scanned the area, seeking any potential bystanders who could interfere in the exchange.
Seeing none, his steely gaze shifted towards Morrigan, and she shivered involuntarily at the chill that swept through her sinful core.
"Are you following me?" Morrigan demanded haughtily, attempting to recover her composure as she uncurled herself from Philmore's grasp. Her seductive tone had evaporated, masked by irritation at the intrusion.
Scalphunter snorted, drawing a semiautomatic handgun from the holster at his side.
"Oh you, big and bad with your frigid stare and lethal weapon." Morrigan scoffed, sneering at the man who sought to take her down as if he were slaying a beast rather than claiming a woman. "Your talent in tracking me has earned you quite the reputation, I hear."
Scalphunter's gaze hardened. "I've been paid well to capture you, demon." His voice was gruff, laced with a deep-rooted frustration that spoke of a life warped by vengeance.
The cold determination in his eyes unnerved Morrigan with a chill unlike any she had ever encountered. "As irresistible as I'm sure you find that to be, I'm not in the habit of giving myself to every desperate man with the fleeting thought of retribution tainting his heart," Morrigan replied, curling her lip at the offensive bounty hunter without ever breaking eye contact.
A dark chuckle escaped Scalphunter's throat. "There will be no pleasure in this exchange, I can assure you," he said.
She flinched as the taser in his other hand crackled with electricity, but before she could react, a fierce battle erupted. The succubus unleashed her powerful demonic abilities, summoning ominous shadows around her clenched fist. The night grew darker, and the wind howled in response to her innate fury.
Scalphunter, undeterred, exploited her distraction to his advantage, leaping onto unsuspecting Morrigan.
She yelped, falling hard against the pavement, her mint green hair fanning across the rough ground. He straddled her, restraining her arms against her chest. Sensing her advantage diminishing, Morrigan turned up the heat, releasing the familiar energy of her seductive enchantment, pouring her essence into the touch of her hands.
Her emerald eyes locked onto Scalphunter's stern gaze. "Perhaps we can come to another arrangement," she whispered, shifting closer against him.
Her voice held an unmistakable, sultry entreaty. Her lips, so often used to bend mortals to her will, lingered near his ear.
"There will be no deal as long as you've got a bounty on your head," Scalphunter growled, fighting her enchantment with every ounce of his willpower. He tightened his grip, hoping to shut down the overwhelming sensuality of her voice and touch.
Though stunned by his resistance, Morrigan decided to employ another tactic.
Taking a deep breath, she inhaled, drawing in the scent of his fierce determination and the freshness of the night. With an almost predatory deliberation, she dug her fangs into his naked neck. Such an act would normally render him defenceless; yet, to her surprise, her fierce kiss had no effect. The cold grip of Scalphunter's hands never faltered.
However, Morrigan was no novice in the art of warfare. Though defeated, she quickly regained her composure.
"What are you?" she hissed. "Some kind of blessed warrior?"
The bounty hunter's icy grin sliced through the night. "Hardly." He adjusted his grip, immobilizing her completely. "I have my... techniques."
Shadows swirled around them, sensing Morrigan's growing anxiousness, forming sinister fingers that reached for Scalphunter with menacing tendrils. Those shadows gave her an opening to attack again, allowing her to slip away.
But Scalphunter was relentless, his reflexes matched her intense speed, preventing her from escaping deathly grasp again.
Morrigan grunted and twisted despite his grip, brooding fury building within. She'd never met someone who stood against her so resiliently. Her pulse raced with unease as she glared at Scalphunter, unable to read the emotions that lingered behind those intense eyes.
"Who sent you?" she demanded, her voice cracking with strain.
"Who hired you to hunt me?"
Scalphunter's tensed jaw bit down, holding back an answer she would not like.
Morrigan tried once more to break free, but his grip remained unyielding, immobilizing her with ease. With another growl of frustration, she slipped her body, her limbs twisting like a snake flagging itself free from its tormentor. But this time, Scalphunter was quicker.
The taser in his hand, an instrument of torture invented for an occult war a century ago, sparked with sinister electricity. Morrigan hissed, knowing well the effects of electrocution.
Sensing her dwindling chance, she puffed her chest, refusing to die without a struggle. Her hips arched upwards, catching him off guard with a seductive flourish.
But Scalphunter had anticipated this maneuver. The taser went off with a crack, shooting electricity into her left breast. Morrigan screamed, the current sending arcs of pain through her supernaturally sensitive flesh and she desperately struggled against him, but the bounty hunter held her firm.
The electrical shocks coursed through her body, sending her muscles into excruciatingly painful spasms and temporarily cutting off her ability to use her powers. Enjoying her pain, Scalphunter held the taser against the succubus's quivering breast.
Her whole world submerged in an ocean of pain, Morrigan cast a desperate, plaintive glance at the man she had been seducing, her liquid green eyes heavy with an unspoken plea for help.
Philmore felt the irresistible urge to offer her assistance, but Morrigan's plea seemed to carry a strange, otherworldly quality, drilling into his mind with a hypnotic influence.
Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled towards the battle, overcoming the stunned shock that had held him in place. Drawing forth his own weapon, a cold iron blade that he had always kept hidden from sight, Philmore readied himself to face this mysterious adversary.
Closing the distance between them, he yelled out a challenge to Scalphunter.
"You would dare sacrifice such a beautiful creature?" Philmore's voice echoed off the walls of nearby buildings, his tone sharp with determination and anger. His blue eyes gleamed, reflecting a primal fury that had long been dormant within him.
Scalphunter looked up in surprise as he glanced at the newcomer, taking a step back instinctively. "Back off, mortal.
My prize is mine," Scalphunter growled, stammering under the unexpected assault. The electric taser lay forgotten on the ground as he raised his arms to ward off the new aggressor.
"This succubus is no bounty, and she surely doesn't deserve to be at your mercy. She's a demoness of ancient lineage, far beyond your pay scale," Philmore declared, driving Morrigan's earlier plea deeper into his subconscious.
Scalphunter's eyebrows knit in confusion.
"She is a dangerous succubus, as ancient as the evil she spawned. How could she be anything worth sentimentality?"
Philmore stood over the electrically paralyzed succubus protectively, staring down Scalphunter with unflinching resolve. "To me, tonight, she has been nothing but courteous. We shared laughs and camaraderie. You can't just charge in and end her life because somebody paid you handsomely to do so."
Scalphunter's face pinched in frustration, but before he could retort, Philmore pressed on.
"You claim to have techniques that protect you from the succubus's charms," he said skeptically. "I would be interested to see how they protect you from this." As he spoke, Philmore artfully twirled the wakisashi.
Scalphunter nodded. "Very well," he said. "This night is yours. But know the bounty is a generous one, and the taxidermist has cast his nets far and wide. I am not the only hunter on her trail."
"Taxidermist?" Philmore asked, his tone pensive.
"Oh yes, didn't she tell you?" Scalphunter grinned. "The good doctor means to pull out her innards and fill her with foam. She's immortal, so she won't die. She'll just be the world's coolest sex doll."
Scalphunter's laughter cut like a knife through Philmore and Morrigan, whose heart thumped wildly in her chest with an electric pulsing that coursed through her paralyzed form.
"You are disgusting," Philmore spat, brandishing his wakisashi.
Scalphunter shrugged. "It's what monsters do best; scare the shit out of humans. The only difference is that I get paid for witnessing the show."
With that, the bounty hunter faded into the shadows, leaving Morrigan squirming on her back at the feet of her rescuer.
Philmore warily watched the spot where Scalphunter vanished for a minute or more before turning his attention to the defeated demoness.
Memories of the flirtatious conversation and enchanting laughter they had shared filled his mind. The power of her entrancing charm now disabled, Morrigan appeared as simply a woman in need.
"I'm not going to lie," Philmore admitted, "I never figured myself to be the hero type. But when a baddie sticks a taser into a pretty succubus's boob, what's a guy to do?"
Morrigan tried to smile, her breath hitching with the painful spasms that still wracked her. "Are you ok?" Philmore asked her.
"No," she gasped. "My whole body hurts."
Morrigan whispered, her voice strained and cracking from the electrical shocks inflicted on her by the bounty hunter. The corners of her emerald eyes pooled with liquid despair, her mint green hair splayed out around her limp form. Philmore knelt beside her, his calloused hands shaking slightly as he cradled her delicate head in his lap.
"Please don't leave me, Philmore..." Morrigan's words were barely audible, whispered hiccups escaping her gasping mouth with each drawn breath.
Philmore gritted his teeth against the sight of her torment. He rolled her body into his arms and picked her up. He carried her to his truck and gently placed her inside. "Just relax here," he said. I'm going to rent us a room at the motel and get you inside where you can relax."
And with that, Philmore drove the truck towards the closest cheap motel he could find.
As they entered the dimly-lit room, Morrigan's body was still shuddering with spasms from the taser blast. Her emerald eyes glinted in the scant light, a clear mixture of fear and vulnerability dulling their usual seductive radiance.
"D-don't leave me alone," Morrigan stammered, reaching a trembling hand towards Philmore.
"Hey now," he said gently.
"I'm not going anywhere. Here, let me help you get comfortable."
Philmore reached over to assist her in removing her clothing. He carefully lifted off her tight black top, exposing her luscious, bare breasts, adorned by lingering red marks from the taser attack. With trembling hands, he undid her leather pants and slid them off, revealing a pair of blood-red satin underwear.
As he moved to gently lift her hips, Morrigan whimpered from the discomfort of her spasms.
He paused for a moment, scanning her delicate figure for any other injuries.
"I want to help you so badly, but if there's any injury I don't know about, I don't want to risk making it worse," Philmore said hesitantly, hoping she understood that his caution was born out of genuine concern for her well-being.
Morrigan panted, gathering her thoughts between the intermittent shocks still running rampant through her body. She felt so utterly helpless and vulnerable with this man—not qualities she typically welcomed in the presence of a human.
However, the pain eclipsed any semblance of seduction, and she remained powerless against her spasms. Desperately, she grasped at Philmore's wrist and pressed his hand against her left breast, sighing as his life force seeped into her flesh from his touch. "Oh God, that feels good," she murmured, leaning back against the pillow.
Her emerald eyes slowly fluttered shut as Philmore's vital energy coursed through her tender flesh like a healing balm, soothing her spasms and calming the stinging of angry welts the taser had left on her creamy skin.
Philmore looked down at her, confused as much by the strange tingling sensation in his hand as her reaction to his touch. He didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability to grope her, but she seemed to be craving it. Her emerald eyes fluttered open, and she released her hold on his wrist, grasping at him again when he started to pull away. "Please," she whispered. "I need your strength to ease the pain. Please touch me."
In response to his confused expression, she went on. "I am a succubus, Philmore," she said. "Your life essence is what nourishes me."
Morrigan groaned with pleasure as Philmore's touch rejuvenated her from the lingering effects of the taser's assault. She felt the pain dissipating with every gentle stroke of his hand massaging life energy back into her chest. It had been an age since she felt so entirely powerless, and this unexpected act of tenderness stirred something in her soul that she couldn't explain.
"So this is how I can help you?" Philmore asked softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle as his hands explored her healing flesh.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure if his actions were inappropriate, yet the succubus's breathy moans and yearning eyes indicated otherwise. Indeed, when Morrigan's long, lacquered fingers found their way to his crotch, Philmore found himself altogether incapable of denying either of them what they yearned for.
His gaze remained fixed on her emerald eyes, burning with an insatiable desire, a raw primal hunger for human life that could only be appeased by his touch.
The air in the motel room grew heavy, crackling with palpable anticipation. Philmore's heart raced. Morrigan's succubus nature had left him painfully aroused, more than he could remember being for years.
He began to caress her erect nipples gently, which were still marked from the taser attack, enjoying the feel of her soft, tender flesh.
She arched her back, pressing her breast against his hand, drawing more energy from him. He gently cupped her breast, letting the firm nipple poke out between his fingers, then bent over her and tentatively kissed the tip of the pale brown bud. Morrigan gasped, arching her back further, squishing her breast into his face. He parted his lips, sucking firmly on her nipple.
The demon woman made a small squeaking sound and parted her thighs, exposing herself to him. The scent of her sex wafted up to his nostrils and her complete submissiveness overwhelmed him.
Philmore didn't require another invitation and began to kiss her furiously, grinding his tongue into the wet warmth of her mouth. Morrigan found herself wanting to offer herself to this man without remorse, inviting him to do whatever he pleased to her. Their bodies writhed and gyrated upon one another as Philmore's calloused fingers trailed down her perfect figure, seeking out her tender womanhood.
As Philmore probed further between her folds, he could feel her wetness building. His fingertips caressed the puffy fronds, eliciting moans and shivers from the succubus. He gently parted her glistening labia, slipping a finger inside her.
The succubus bucked at his touch, her back arching off the bed.
She whimpered, tugging away from the suction of his lips before uttering, "Take me. Please!"
Philmore tugged away from the suction too, grinning at the words only escalating the lust within him. His bulging erection grew harder and bigger as he pushed himself away just enough to free himself from his restricting jeans.
As he stood at the side of the bed, he caught Morrigan's gaze, and she licked her lips suggestively.
She slowly drew her lower lip between her teeth and then looked up at Philmore, her eyes coy and playful.
She bit her lower lip and mewed like a cat, her fingers gently playing along the rim of her ear. The sight was undeniably irresistible to Philmore, and he couldn't contain his desires - his raging cock stood upright at full-mast.
Philmore crawled over to Morrigan, brushing his masculine frame against her shamelessly.
He sucked her rosy nipples hungrily, clutching her breasts in his grasp. His other hand ventured further south, skimming the smooth surface of her abdomen, until he could grasp her waist and pull her hips closer.
Her legs clasped around him, her feet dancing the air nervously as he devoured her. Philmore's tongue worked its magic over her pert nipples, producing a sensuous sound from the succubus's lips. In reaction, she writhed beneath the attention.
Caressing her stomach, Philmore inched lower.
His fingers dipped into her wet folds, caressing the bulging bud of her pleasure center, pressing down and applying a firm pressure.
A guttural sound escaped her as fresh waves of arousal flooded over her body, and Morrigan cried out urgently.
She thrashed beneath him, her hips writhing frantically as she eagerly bucked up to meet his fingers, enticing him to go further, beg him to never stop caressing her.
Philmore yielded to her demands and swiped his other hand over the sensitive nub, sending her sighing and moaning to the heavens.
"Beautiful," he mumbled appreciatively, moving his hand from her breasts down her slim waist and then between her legs.
A single, sharp whimper erupted from Morrigan's lips as Philmore's touch ignited a searing fire within her core. His middle finger brushed against a point of extreme sensitivity, sending a shockwave of sexual pleasure straight to the depths of her.
Morrigan's thighs trembled as the succubus arched her back sharply and she clawed at the thick blanket beneath her with an unashamed hunger that unapologetically revealed her carnal needs.
Her small, toned body tensed, and a series of breathy whimpers spilled free from deep within her as she writhed on the bed, overwhelmed by the torrent of pleasure.
Philmore's body responded to the seductive way she moved beneath him, instinctively pushing him to bring new heights of ecstasy to the succubus trembling in his arms. He spread her legs further with a firm grasp, admiring the flawless form he exposed.
Her glistening pussy, primed with pleasure, beckoned him with wet, pink folds begging to be filled.
"Take me, big boy," Morrigan whispered, catching her lower lip between her teeth and letting it slowly slide out of reach. She released a sinuous, purring sound in anticipation of his thrust.
A shiver of desire trickled down Philmore's spine, settling into his groin with a surge of arousal.